Richard looked at the faint Crimson Moon outside the window. His hand subconsciously stroked the dwarf god statue. He lost thought.
The Crimson Moon suddenly disappeared from his sight after some time. The bright moonlight alone was left in the sky.
The Crimson Moon did not leave any traces behind.
That scene awakened Richard.
Richard returned to his senses and looked at the sky. He no longer delved into this matter.
He did not depend on his will when he developed the vital concerns in Twilight City.
No one could predict what would happen in the future. All he could do was strengthen himself.
He would use his mightiest stance to face future turmoil and greater responsibilities.
Richard calmed himself. He shrouded a usual gaze.
He turned around and left the hall. He arrived at the front yard of the recently repaired lord's mansion.
He looked at the lair in the corner with a strange expression.